| Golden treasures I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men often come to seize my gold. By smoke, I am overcome and robbed, Then left to build my treasure anew. |
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A friend asked a gentleman why he never married. He replied, “Well, I guess I just never met the right woman… I guess I’ve been looking for the perfect girl.”
“Oh, come on now,” said the friend, “Surely you have met at least one girl that you wanted to marry.” “Yes, there was a girl… once. I guess she was the one perfect girl; the only perfect girl I really ever met. She was just the right everything… I really mean that she was the perfect girl for me.” “Well, why didn’t you marry her,” asked the friend. “It turns out she was looking for the perfect man.”
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